Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1

Max Dorsey never imagined he’d wake up under a woman in a woman’s bed. Brielle snagged his collar and planted a wet kiss on his neck, ensuring she left a telling mark before releasing him.

“Morning, Uncle Max.”

After the greeting, she leaned in for a passionate good morning kiss on his lips.

Max’s hair was a tousled mess, his hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled, his hand playfully squeezing her neck. “Brielle, you’re quite bold.”

Taking him for a ride, she certainly was bold.

His grip tightened.

Brielle’s face turned a deep shade of red as she flashed him a charming, breathless smile, “Life is too short, better make every moment count, right?”

Max paused, a frosty glint in his eyes as he let her go and reached for his clothes.

“Uncle Max, where are you off to now?”

were staggeringly attractive. Even a casual glance sent shivers down one’s spine. “Off to pick out a plot

away sheepishly, “You’re really funny,

him an otherworldly air. He was the Dorsey family’s fifth son, commonly known as

not a hint of a smile in his eyes. His wrist bones were tense, and his dark eyes, slightly lowered, were tinted with a hint of

a coffin? It looks like you want to preserve my whole body.

I

encountered such an audacious woman. A few specks of ruthlessness surged in his eyes. His

wouldn’t be an exaggeration, but she was vain,

want to

you are generous

a flamboyant beauty, rather a delicate and soft air, her expressions softening

suddenly laughed, the harshness in his eyes receding, but his grip on her grew firmer. He tormented her until she winced in pain, his other

the black rosary bracelet against her skin made her tense up. He wasn’t flirting: he was appraising her like an item for

“Can’t Spencer satisfy you?”

Brielle’s fiancé,

in bed with her best friend,

What a delightful game!

you, there’s